Barry Van Allen

Good Ones - Poem by Barry Van Allen

I know the good ones when I see them, they are not really hard to spot, They are the ones that give a damn, when the other ones do not.

They are the ones that ask the extra question, the ones that take the time, to worry for the other person, and spend the extra dime.

They are the ones that know what service is, and put the profit to the side, to make the difference for a moment, and even though a longer ride, ... they take a better ride.

The good ones know, The good ones care, The good ones get it done, The lesser ones do not...

The lesser ones do almost............ but do not, That's what they do...That's what they don't...They would rather crawl than run.

The good ones know the difference, and they know it every time, They have learned to turn the wrong to right, in their free-time overtime.

... so the man walks in 2 hours late and his wifeis all upset, but the room is paid-for through next week, and what she says, she will regret...he ignores all that emotion, she will regret what she has said someday, 'cause it was only ' lonesome' talking...and they will work and will get over that, at least that's what they pray for.

He knows that everything he does is worth it, and though his family weighs a ton, the burden isn't really that much, when his wife gives him that hug, .... it all is worth it....... at least it will be when it's was done.

A good one needs to be a part, a good one should be one of us, a good one still is all of us, or at least what we should want to be, ... at least about 2 tons.

I know the good ones when I see them, and better yet, when I can feel them, We know each other in the air somehow, and in your eyes, ... I see it now.